Chapter 8When he came out of his class on Wednesday afternoon, the third day of classes in the second summer term, Jesse headed toward the lot where he’d left his car. He was thinking about the Computer Science class he’d just left. The young instructor, Toby Taba, was a hot little item. And very pleasant. Jesse had admired his patience in dealing with the two or three people in the class who didn’t even know how to turn on a computer. This was CS 100, an introductory course, but Jesse was surprised to know that there were still people around who knew zilch about using a PC.
The morning class wasn’t looking too promising. Intro to Sociology was taught by a young woman who’d apparently just received her doctorate. Jesse suspected she had serious self-confidence issues, for she seemed inten
